Every time, I consider the recklessness of God’s love permeating the earth I am confronted with this truth. He is still God. He never stopped being God. When I get too close to destiny and far from familiarity and get scared and turn back, He’s still God. When sin looks like my favorite dish because I’ve forgotten the blood that was shed to pay for it, He’s still God. As I learn to worship God, I cannot help but stand in awe of his consistency. While I ebb and flow throughout life, learning and sometimes not so much, He’s still. Still, my God. My God who whispers to me “Beloved I’m here.” My God who keeps me from running rampant and teaches me how to mirror Him and be consistent and still. Yet even in His stillness, virtue flows from Him. So, I can count on Him to not only be in position forever but to be all-powerful forever. As I learn to keep posture and repent for my regression I thank God for His perfect example.